Yesterday I asked permission to extend my milk permission. Basically to keep leaving early because I have no lessons and as long as I have no other obligations: a meeting or coverage - I had began hoping, more than I thought, that I could continue this way.
The Hawk didn't no what to say and decided to ask the director. The director always knows what to say. I could have said it for him.
It was hard not to feel bitter - older, retired, Americans, who think Turkish ways and permissions are over the top and not good work ethic. International workers that live on campus, a five minute walk up the hill, have no responsibilities or obligations in or to Turkey - only to rules.
It's hard not to be disappointed.
I wrote an email to the director appealing his decision, asking him to reconsider.
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